𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 | "I've never had a place to call home. Now I'm starting to realize home doesn't have to be four walls, it can be people too."
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥...
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𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘗𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘖𝘕𝘌
(the cursed witch, act two)
NINA EVANS KNEW SHE WAS DREAMING.
But although she knew, it didn't stop the pain.
She was chained to a wall, the metal wrapping around her wrists tightly as she waited. What she was waiting for, she wasn't sure. She rubbed her restricted hands anxiously at her knees, the skin turning red from the action.
A door across from her opened suddenly, the loud bang of metal echoing in the concrete room making her look up.
A man walked in. He was tall and had the bluest eyes she had ever seen. His hair was short, curly and blonde.
Nina watched as he ran toward her, speaking. She couldn't hear the words he was saying but she could tell he was nervous as he pulled the chains off of her wrists and ankles before helping her stand.
"What's going on?" She heard herself ask the man, but she didn't hear his response.
He pulled her out of the room, her feet barely touching the ground as he walked quickly out of the building.
The forest was dark when she walked out through the double doors of the building, the only light being the full moon shining down on them.
She heard herself scream in pain and looked down to see her ankle broken.
The man carried on, not stopping but she felt his hand rubbing her shoulder as he continued to pull her through the forest.
"Stop! Stop! I can't–" She cut herself off with another howl of pain. Her wrist had snapped.
He stopped, gently letting her fall to the ground, resting on her hands and knees as she felt more bones break. The man kneeled, his hand moving to her cheek. His lips moved but she heard nothing. All she could focus on was the immeasurable pain.
He stood suddenly, letting her fall to the ground as her shoulder cracked.
"Dad!" She screamed.
Nina woke up gasping for air, sitting up quicker than she should have, making blood rush to her head.
She breathed out softly, opening her eyes and seeing she was back in her bedroom, the overcast light softly cascading in through the curtains.
"Are you okay!?" She heard Natalie's voice shout before her door barged open, the woman's figure barreling inside with a baseball bat. She paused, glancing around the room, "You're not getting murdered?"
